AN: We're back! Today Miles finally gets his revenge on Lyn for agreeing to that ordeal. Only a few more chapters left! Thanks again to my good friend JordanPhoenix for letting me pick her brain for ideas. That said, it's time for Lyn's suffering!

Jack54311: Yes, I'm aware! That's why I add warnings, so you can skip if you want :). I'm glad you enjoyed the rest, it was fun to write haha. It sounds like a super painful experience. I wince even though I don't have those parts, man! I imagine Edgeworth's part in the song as his remix xD. Haha, they definitely wouldn't keep the marriage under that weird circumstance. And yes, this is canon to FT. It's other stuff that happened offscreen lol.

DJJ680: Art.

SUPERStarz13: Loooooool. I don't even recall if I've had sriracha. But this was probably more on the spicy side. Never too sweet for me. Vin Diesel keychains should be everywhere.

JordanPhoenix: Miles has to have his beautiful face hit sometimes xD. I doubt he'd allow slapping of the other cheek haha. It's hard not to like Bon Jovi, but Miles is a snob to me music wise xD. Can't win them all and well Jake's got some balls himself hehe. Nope! No one likes manual labor especially someone as lazy as Lyn! I agree; Miles had a rough day, so rough he'd probably find it preferable to do heavy lifting from the break of dawn til night xD. Yep they were both cruel to each other this time around, but can't be toooooooo nice for them haha. Miles is already a jerk and Lyn definitely has a bad temper so yeep it can get ugly with below the belt hits.

Maybe Miles just saw so many eye sores that like Gumshoe and Maggey eating each others faces and that's really what led him to getting some specs lol. And yes, his garbled cries of pain added to the song I think, as all I could hear in my head was "NGhooooo we're halfway there, nghooooooOOoo living on prayer!" XD. Well, at least they made some of the stank enjoyable, otherwise it's like the stench of stinky feet, old food, and wet clothes lol. Now, mixed with the aftermath of a good time xD. Hehe she might enjoy doing something like that.

Hahaha I doubt anyone wants to keep that marriage, done so nonchalantly with the worst vows ever. And in Miles' case the worst outfit ever xDDDDD. With the location from hell on top of it. LOL if that were broken that would be a good excuse to dissolve, but hopefully it wouldn't come to that xD.

Miles didn't let Lyn move for at least an hour on the couch until he decided he wanted to get actual sleep in a more spacious location. Grumbling to himself, the prosecutor had grabbed and slung her over his shoulder as he turned out all the lights and dragged himself upstairs to the bedroom.

She didn't get a say in the matter, still playing the role of pillow. But not like the woman wanted to talk much anymore then, with physical exhaustion setting in. Settled in under covers, he had resumed the same position he had kept on the couch, grabbing hold of the woman tightly, though whether to bother her or for his own comfort, it was hard for her tell. But it didn't matter, they were both so tired that they went to sleep without bothering to change their clothes.

When Lyn awoke the next bright and early morning after the overly eventful day at the amusement park, she yawned. She still felt worn out from the whole thing. Without a doubt they would never except any offers from Maggey or Gumshoe again. Lyn figured it was a terrible mix of Maggey's bad luck and her own trouble magnet tendencies that caused the day to turn into a nightmare.

The cheeky prosecutor noticed that there was a lack of warmth surrounding her. Miles must have gotten up early. She was surprised that he didn't bother waking her, since that was one of his preferred methods of torture. And without a doubt something awful was awaiting her today- she felt this instinctively.

Moving to raise her arm in an attempt to stretch out, she felt a cold steely sensation on her wrist. "Huh? What's that?"

"Good morning, Lyn," the deep voice said in an almost sing song tone.

Uhoh.

She whipped her head towards the direction of his voice. Miles was already dressed, and now standing on the right side of the bed looking down at her, wearing a devilish expression.

Lyn didn't like that. Miles NEVER sounded chipper and he most certainly rarely looked ready to take out a pitch fork. It was time to get away as quickly as possible. She knew the time of reckoning was upon her. But when she tried to get up, she was pulled back. Turning to look at her wrist, she realized the cool sensation was from handcuffs locking her to one of the pillars in the headboard of the bed.

He looked down at her vulnerable position in delight. The demon prosecutor had the girl right where he wanted. "I hope you slept well because you have a lot of hard work ahead of you today."

"Miles...why am I cuffed?" she broke out into a cold sweat. Oh lord. Whatever he had planned it wasn't gonna be good for her. If it wasn't cold blooded murder, she wasn't certain what he'd do...

"Just a precautionary measure," he said nonchalantly. "I wanted, no needed, to have a talk with you about something important and you can't leave until your answers are satisfactory."

Lyn continued to try to slip out of the cuff, rotating her wrist over and over. "A t-talk about what?"

"About yesterday," he said.

"Yes, well, what about it?" she said quickly, steadily growing more anxious by the second. Yes, he had a miserable time, but what more could be said? ...Maybe he really was going to ax murder her. She could almost see him holding a giant ax over head ready to swing it down upon, hacking her into tiny bite sized pieces and he cackled in glee.

"What were you doing with Jake Marshall the entire time I wasn't there?" he asked rhythmically tapping his index finger against his arm.

"Nothing, just talking," Lyn said. Is that it? Was he serious? Is that why he had her locked to the headboard?

"Is that right? Just talking?" Miles pressed. He was certain it wasn't the whole story.

"Yup. Only talking, I swear. Not like he kissed me like Angel or anything," she huffed, reeling at the memory of that gross display. That skank was lucky Lyn didn't think of anything worse, for she had other ideas that were overboard she didn't put into practice.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he smirked. "I've caught you red handed. You should know better than to try to pull the wool over my eyes."

Seriously? What could he be on about? "W-what are you talking about?"

"Don't lie to me, Lyn. You know it never turns out well for you," Miles said opening his palm to reveal an ice cube. The truth would come out, one way or another.

"What're you doing with that…?"

He answered her question by lifting up her t-shirt and sitting the melting cube on her stomach.

"Ah!"

"Now, I'll ask you again," he said sliding the ice cube farther up her exposed skin. "What were you really doing?"

"I-I d-don't know what y-you're talking about!" Lyn said trying to grab his hand with her free arm. But it was almost as though her arm didn't exist since he continued tracing her exposed skin without a problem. He was crazy! She had no idea what he was going on about, since she had done nothing wrong!

She whimpered and squirmed over the chill of the cube against her sensitive skin. Amused at her very apparent feeling of discomfort, Miles pulled out a small trinket, a cactus toy. "If you were just talking, explain this."

"Um…" Crap. Lyn fidgeted, now seeing where this was going. The cube, had finally melted, but the relief was only temporary, for an explanation for that was required.

"You didn't have this earlier, and certainly didn't acquire it in my presence, so just where did you get it?"

The woman clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "At the park."

"And where at the park did you get it?"

"...From Jake," she reluctantly admitted.

"I see," Miles shook his head. "Why did he give it to you?"

She flushed, averting eye contact. "He got it...because he just wanted to get rid of it."

"Oh really?" he asked. "Look at me and say it."

A quick feeling of panic arose within her. She began to sweat again, unable to maintain a stable body temperature. One second she was freezing up and the next she was on fire! Miles was certainly a pro at unsettling her. Nervously, she forced her head back to look at the steely grey eyes. "He got it...he got it…"

He waited. Unfortunately for Lyn, the lie wasn't coming out. It was impossible to lie when he looked at her like that, with such a piercing glare that threatened to cut through all of the bullshit. Her alibi was no more. She didn't think she'd get caught, but she was officially screwed.

"What. Did. He. Say. Why did he give it to you?" he demanded.

"H-he gave it to me cause…"

Impatient, Miles laid his hands on her stomach. "Tell me. Or the next step, will be what I believe you call a 'purple nurple'."

"A-alright!" she gulped. She saw that he was dead serious. And if he did, it would hurt because 90 percent of the time he was rough. It was a good thing Miles wasn't a police officer. He had the bad cop thing down to a science. "It...he said he gave it to me because I reminded him of some other cute girl he knew..."

Miles, released his hold and then folded his arms. He was clearly displeased, though seemingly not all that surprised at the revelation. Lyn took a moment to catch her breath.

"I mean, n-not like that means anything to me!" she added quickly. "It was...just…um..."

His harsh expression didn't falter.

"I-I like attention, okay? It's hard to turn it down from a cool guy like that…" she frowned at first, but rebounded with a nervous smile, the type a criminal caught redhanded would wear. "But! It's just a toy...so let's just forget about it?"

"Oh, but what about the rest?" the man asked in a sardonic fashion.

"The...rest?" There was that sinking sensation again, the one that felt like a weight had been dropped into her stomach.

Miles was relentless. He vowed he would make her remember every one of her crimes against him yesterday. "When you abandoned me in that cell, what exactly happened afterwards?"

"Uhm. Well," she thought back. "I explained that you weren't a bad guy and that he was gonna see if our stories matched up. And…"

...Oops.

With an awkward laugh, Lyn realized the problem. "Then I saw the shooting display and thought it was cool. And Jake offered to show me how it worked."

"And then?"

"...And then we did that and he told me about the lassoing range. And we went to that."

He waited for the whole story.

She sighed, growing more anxious by the second. "And um, we checked out a bunch of other rides and games until we met up at the bull riding thing."

"Is that just talking, Lyn?"

"...No," she murmured, like a student being scolded by their teacher.

"And what's more, is that I saw him buying you food and laying his hands on you as though you awfully familiar," Miles said with genuine irritation at the memory.

"I-is that right…?"

"So, the entire time, you were on a date with Jake Marshall," he accused.

"No!" Lyn protested. "It wasn't a date!"

"He was doing all the things I could have potentially done, if not for, being forgotten and left to rot in that joke cell."

"But-"

"To be frank, I'm disappointed."

"Miles…"

"I didn't even want to go in the first place. And for you to do a thing like that."

"I didn't mean it, I swear!" she pleaded.

He folded his arms, looking down on her disdainfully.

"No...I'm sorry. I'm really sorry…"

"I'm sorry you'd do something so hurtful behind my back."

"Ack! No...it wasn't like that I swear! I just got distracted and...and...and-"

"How could you forget about me like that?"

Every word was hammering a nail through her heart. "I…I'm sorry..."

He looked so cold, so distant, like a ruler looking down at his soldiers in disgust at their poor performance.

"Come on, Miles...I said I was sorry."

"Why do you think sorry will just instantly solve the problem?"

There were no other words she could come up with. Lyn had been used to him being mad at her, but this was different. Miles wasn't even really mad. He was more disappointed and upset with her than anything else and that made it a lot harder to take.

"I didn't mean for any of that to happen yesterday…" she started again.

"Really? It didn't seem like that," he glared.

The tone of voice he was giving her was so icy...and she wished he wouldn't look at her in that manner.

She opened her mouth to speak, but instantly closed it. What could she say besides sorry?

"Why didn't you say no to that?"

"...I don't know," she just let herself be dragged around by Jake. It seemed like a lot more fun than being with Miles when he was just so grumpy about the predicament. Lyn felt really bad now. She hadn't meant to do that. She had been severely distracted. And well, would you pass up the chance to see what it was like hanging out with a character pretty much forgotten?

"I'm s -"

"I don't want to hear anymore of that."

"It wasn't anything serious! Please just overlook it."

He said nothing. She frowned, slumping on the floor. She really didn't think anything of it, heck she didn't she'd even be caught.

"How can I know you won't do it with other guys when I'm not there? Or something more?" he asked.

"I won't, I swear…"

"But you do so many things, you swear not to, Lyn. It's harder and harder to trust you. Your list of offenses just continues to grow," Miles started to walk away, giving her one last look of scorn. "I have to take the time out to think of what I should do now."

"Wait," she said pathetically, with a trembling lip. She did the only other thing she could think of. Foolishly, she reached for his hand with her uncuffed hand and held it as she looked at the man pleadingly.

"What?" he tapped impatiently. "Don't further waste my time."

"Miles please! I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you, but I'm sorry that I did...I know I messed up. I probably have a long list of offenses against you by now. So I guess if you were to lock me up and throw away the key, I guess...I deserve it."

He was unmoved still icily staring her down, making her feel like the defendant in court, with him as the judge, jury, and executioner.

"I know I screw up a lot, but I'm not sure what I'd do if you'd go now. And...and... I know I can be annoying sometimes, I know I can be mean to you, and there are plenty of times I don't listen to you when I should...but no other stupid guy could replace you...you..."

She flushed deeply at the next thing she felt burrowing inside of her. An obvious statement, but one she probably didn't express enough. Her last argument.

"You're really special to me...! And I- I like you a lot...okay? Others can't compare. I'll do better! I promise to work really hard for you and be better! ...So please don't look at me like that anymore," she requested in a quiet voice that could just barely be heard.

His expression didn't falter. She bowed her head sadly.

Lyn figured it probably wouldn't do anything and that he'd upset with her for all of eternity, not just a temporary disappointment he would normally have toward her after some crazy incident, but something that could potentially last weeks...months even… but she did her best to express that she did care about him and that well he was...important to her in more ways than one.

Without warning, something had grabbed her. When she looked up, she realized he was hugging her. Her eyes widened. ...But why? Didn't he hate her guts? In confusion, she wrapped her free arm around him, feeling somehow more guilty. She determined he must have been really upset to do that.

After a couple of minutes had passed, Miles pulled back... back with an unmistakable self satisfied smirk.

It was then she understood. "You-!"

He didn't allow her to finish, instead pressing his lips onto hers for a deep kiss. When he finished he had in a lazy fashion hung himself over her shoulders. Pressing his lips against her ear, he asked: "Did you like it? My little joke?"

"That-that was no joke…! You're evil! Evil incarnate!" she said tearing up.

He let out a low rumble of laughter in response to her misery. "That was the best way I could teach you a lesson."

"You're so cruel…" the girl sniffed.

"Well," he said sharply. "They say revenge is a dish best served cold. I wanted to remind you that you are only supposed to be focused on only me."

Something about the way he said, sent a shiver down her spine.

He felt a smidgen bad for pushing it that far, but for him it was fair for the hell he was put through the other day. At the same time it was cute to him seeing her get so worked up over it all, pleading for his forgiveness over something so silly. He could somewhat see the appeal of taunting people after pulling this stunt. Their reactions were indeed quite entertaining to witness if the joke was done successfully.

"But I'm truly moved by your dedication," he continued in amusement. "It was oh so cute when you said I was special to you..."

"Sh-shut up..."

"And how you like me a lot and how others can't compare..."

"I said shut up!" she flushed harder.

Miles laughed enjoying every second of what was simply the beginning of Lyn's torture for the day. "And it's even better that I have it on camera."

She gasped. "You didn't!"

He pointed to the camera set in the back of the room left on top of the long dresser triumphantly. "I most certainly did."

"Miles!" she fumed. "I'm burning it!"

"This footage is going somewhere... where you'll never find it," the demon prosecutor smirked. "I think, it truly holds a special place in my heart being the day Lyn pleads for my forgiveness, while admitting how much I mean to her, as well as how ridiculous she is on a regular basis...Is there anymore I could want?"

"Ooooooooooo..." from worried to scared, the woman chained to the bed turned quickly to anger. "You are so going to pay for this..."

Edgeworth brushed her off with a laugh as he grabbed the camera. He walked back over to the bedside with the camera held directly in front of Lyn. "Anything else you'd like to say?"

"Screw you, Miles!" she raised a middle finger to him and the camera.

Cracking up further, the man turned off the recording and strolled out of the room. Miles figured he'd put this glorious footage away in that spot that Lyn didn't know about.

"Get back here!" she yelled as he just walked away leaving her cuffed. She couldn't believe she felt bad for yesterday after that! Her next prank she would destroy Miles!

When he returned he was still in high spirits.

"Let me out of here so I can murder you!"

"Hm..." he stroked his chin for a moment. "I think not. To be fair you've been acting rather unruly lately, so I think the cuff is working just fine."

"Tch!"

"Or if that doesn't please you, should we invest in a leash?" he asked mockingly.

"No! Quit it and let me out, you big jerk!" He took a seat beside her, and grabbed hold of her face with a single hand. This action alone was enough to slow down the rage bubbling over.

"Oh? Then stop acting like a lost dog." His words maintained a cruel edge despite Lyn knowing he was toying with her.

"Uwwwwww. You're really mean today…" she pouted.

"Not mean, just honest," he said matter of fact. "But I suppose without a leash, you could have tags."

"Huh…? What do you mean?"

"There's a simple way of claiming you," he said smirking. "In fact, let me show you, right now."

"What are you-"

Miles had pushed her down, with another gleefully evil glint in his eyes. She couldn't get away, still linked to the bed. But it wouldn't have mattered since he always caught her. When it was over, she frowned…

"Miles…!" she whined.

Content with his work, he only chuckled in response, admiring every spot.

"Why...why did you give this many hickeys? Two would have been more than enough!" There were some on her arms, neck, and even her legs! These weren't going away any time soon either and work was tomorrow. He had done this completely on purpose…

"Ah, you think it was too much? My sincerest apologies..." he remarked in a mocking tone.

"Grr..."

"Now, that that fun part is over with," he said unlocking the cuff with the key he had in his pocket. "Get dressed. Your outfit is in the guest room."

"What? You're still making me wear the dumb costume?!" she asked rubbing her wrist.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Isn't scaring me half to death and torturing me enough?"

"I don't think so," he shrugged. "It's only about 8. There's much for you to do for today's itinerary."

"Jeeeez..."

He pinched her cheek. "I'm not to hear a peep out of you today about how unfair it is. Today, you will serve my every whim happily."

"Happily? Don't be ridiculous."

"You did say something like how I meant the world to you and how you'd work harder on my behalf, so you should have no problem."

She flushed. Curse her mouth.

"And I have set up the appropriate guidelines for the ways I'm to be treated and referred to. All things have been left in the guest room."

She went to swat him with her hand over how over the top this all was. But he quickly grabbed her hand and clamped her side.

"Ow!"

"There will be none of that. You'll face dire consequences if you disobey my orders."

"What could be worse than this?" she grumbled.

"...Would you like to find out?"

She gulped. He looked happy to say that. That's when she knew whatever he had planned was awful. This was going to be a long day.

"No...sir."

"I'm glad you're seeing it my way," he smirked. "Now go. You have 30 minutes to prepare yourself. Don't be late."

Miles left the room emanating cockiness. Lyn sneered at him behind his back the second he had walked out. Jerk, she thought. He had the nerve to scare the living bejesus out of her, film it, and then have her go along with this stupid costume? The girl still had no idea what he was planning to do to her throughout the day and that was probably the most nerve-wracking aspect, considering how the morning started...

Exhaling, she exited the bedroom to the bathroom. Lyn determined she'd best clean herself up and enjoy her final moments of peace. After the shower, she headed to the guest room to see what the hubbub was about.

She found a note left on the bed which read:

The servant can only refer to her master in such terms:

Master

Master Miles

Lord Miles

Milord

Miles Lord and Savior

Sir

Dearest

My Love

His Majesty

Additionally, the servant must:

Commit to all tasks with a smile

Use a gentle touch

Not use foul language

Wear the attire at all times

Do any and everything her master desires without complaint

If any of the above rules are broken, the servant will be severely punished without hesitation.

Goddamn Miles...Who did he think he was?! She crumbled the note in her hand and tossed it across the room.

Thank God it was only a day of this mess. Lyn wouldn't tolerate anymore than that. Once this was over, she'd be planning the most elaborate scheme ever! It'd be the biggest thing she'd ever done to rebel against him yet! He wouldn't know what hit him!

But she sighed as she dried off, looking at the costume laid out on the bed. Well, it looked stupid. It was exactly what you'd expect when you thought of a maid costume, tiny black dress with all the lacy white trimmings.

Grumbling to herself, she decided to get her misery over with by putting the dumb thing on. Of course, Miles had bought an incredibly high cut exposing costume, the jerk. It was done on purpose as Lyn wasn't a fan of feminine attire for the most part, especially ones that sought to show so much skin... She supposed she should be grateful for the white thigh socks that also came with the costume. At least there was SOMETHING to help her feel somewhat less exposed.

On the ground, was a pair of black high heels. She frowned deeply, realizing this was a part of the outfit. Not only would she feel awkward she'd also be in pain by the end of the day.

Grudgingly, the dress, socks, shoes, and the silly headband found their current home as the woman hastily threw them on. She shuffled out of the room taking one final breath as normal snarky Lyn. Today was gonna be a looooonnnnnng day...